CHAPTER SIX

MARCUS'S POV

As a young boy I was broken and miserable, very miserable indeed. To take things off my mind I went outside to play a game of basketball.

I only played to get the anger I was feeling out of me. These past days I have got a bit depressed. It's been six long years and nothing has changed.

My dad and his wife have four kids. I'm surprised that their marriage has lasted this long.

I shot my basketball through the hoop and scored. Not only that, but I was good at basketball, but I was never interested in making a career.

It was just a hobby and a distraction I needed to keep me busy.

I joined the school track team to keep myself busy. It was a good workout, and it changed my physique. Even though I was just a fourteen-year-old boy the work gave me a six-pack and a few hard core muscles.

I was really tall and most of my classmates kept mistaking me for a graduate, but I was only in ninth grade. I still had to make my way up the ladder if I was ever going to make it in life.

But most of the girls seemed like the bad boy type, but I was more than just a bad boy. The darkness inside sent chills especially to those who thought that they could try to walk all over me.

In life, I learned that showing weakness was a bad sign my so-called father had taught me that through the hard way.

I might be cold, rude and ruthless, but I always came first in every test and assignment.

Staying with my father and his nagging wife wasn't an option I wanted to choose.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead trying to catch my breath. I was a very grumpy teenager. Furthermore, I was cold and ruthless.

Suddenly a car pulled up next door and that's where I met her for the first time.

A girl with red hair that looked almost orange stepped out of the car.

She looked like one of those Disney princesses. Minnie is always blabbing about them and how cool they are. She always reminded me of mothers promise.

I hope that my sister won't make me watch Lori rock or wink club. I don't like those shows, but Minnie is literally obsessed with them.

And sometimes I'll find myself watching them on YouTube. In other words I didn't actually resent my other siblings. I just hated their parents. And my other siblings never actually treated me like dirt to them. I was the big brother they never had, and I guess they weren't so bad once I got to know them.

The new girl looked around the block absently scanning the neighbour. She wore a short white dress that had black polka dots, her red hair cascading down her back.

She had forest green eyes. Eyes that held that special sparkle full of life she must be a very bubbly girl.

She certainly looked like a ray of sunshine.

Of all the girls I've got to meet at school I think she's the one I liked. My conscience taunted me, but I ignored it and continued playing basketball plugging in my earphones.

The music lyrics flowed in my veins powerfully. Music was always a part of my life that I enjoyed. It gave me a lot of closure and support when I thought I had no one in this world.

You called out my name

Knew my past, covered my shame

This amazing grace

You've shown

So patiently

You've shown

So patiently

And You waited

For me

Just for me 

Oh... You waited

For me

Just for me.

Where would I be

If you let me down

Where would I be

If you let me down

Where would I be

If you let me down

Where would I be

If you let me down

But you waited, waited

You waited, waited

You waited, waited

You waited, waited

Where would I be

If you let me down

Where would I be

If you let me down

Where would I be

If you let me down

Where would I be

If you let me down

You waited, waited

You waited, waited

You waited, waited

You waited, waited

You waited, waited

You waited, waited

Where would I be

If you let me down

Where would I be

If you let me down

Where would I be

If you let me down

Where would I be

If you let me down

What amazing grace

You've shown

So patiently

You've shown

So patiently

And you, you waited

For me (Just for me)

You, you waited

For me (Just for me)

I don't know if I believed in God or not, but this was one of my favourite songs. It gave me hope somewhere out there beyond the unknown was looking out for me just like my mom would do.

If I was supposed to die that horrible day I lost my mom. Some strong force must have intervened and stopped my father from murdering as well.

I saw the hate in his eyes that day and trust me the feeling is mutual. I never really liked him as well.

Worst of all I looked a lot like him black curly hair, charcoal grey eyes, some character traits, but I had my mom's values and heart.

I wasn't sly and wicked as him.

CHELSEA'S POV 

When mom said we were moving I almost went crazy. I love my home town, but I hate being cooped up in the home town I've lived in ever since I was born, precisely nine to ten years.

I wanted to be somewhere new and explore a new different place. My mind was always eager to learn new facts of life.

But my mom and dad would never want me to be an explorer, but I loved fashion and blogging. I made my own outfits and blogged them online on my website, and it has tons of followers.

Oh, I forget to introduce myself I'm Chelsea Evans, and I am someone who is strong-willed and fierce.

“Are we there yet?” I asked tiredly looking at the buildings that we drove by.

My parents seemed lost in their own world.

“No darling but we'll be there in less than an hour” mom said softly, and I nodded quietly.

I plugged in my earphones and listened to my favourite song as I sang to my favourite lyrics.

Forty-five minutes later the car came to a stop when I glanced outside the window the car was parked in front of a lovely modern house.

I removed my earphones and placed them back in my bag and got out of the car looking around the place.

It wasn't that bad, but it could use a few pretty flowers and some homegrown vegetables.

My family and I simply love homegrown vegetables plus I'm a vegetarian, so the maths totally adds up. 

Dad got out of the car and began taking out our luggage taking them into the house.

“Honey don't wander off on our first day here” 

I smiled at him.

“Yes dad I promise.”

The last time I wandered off I got lost, and I went missing for almost two days. But dad knew some professionals, and they found me sleeping in a horse's stable.

My parent's and often move to new towns mostly because my dad is a researcher, so it requires a lot of moving from time to time.

I had a feeling that I would like it here.